The other day I was reading a book in class that talked about a dog that had to be given away and that is what reminded me of my dog. Have you ever felt bad for giving up something you love, like a pet?
I can’t remember where I got the dog, but his name was Gym. Gym was a pug that was 6 or 7 years old. He was black but had white on his nose, paws, and his fluffy curly tail. With me he was active, adventurous, determined, and friendly but foolish. My dog wasn’t just those things he was also intelligent, brave, cooperative, and courageous. Other dogs influenced him to do those things and so did me and my family.
One specific day me and my family had to move. When somebody moves they either keep or sell their dog. We had to sell Gym and his family to different families. It took a while but we found homes. To gather my family thought we sold them to good people who knew about pugs but we didn’t with Gym. His new owner was a lady who works most of the day and didn’t know much about the breed of pugs. For a few days he was still himself which was good. Monday it kept getting hotter each minute of each day. She let him in during those passing days that were passing by. Some information about pugs is they can’t be in heat that long. A day is owner went to work for most of the day. They left Gym outside on accident when it was to hot outside. After Gym was outside for a little bit playing, running, eating, and sleeping. Once he got to hot and he went into his doggie den and he was like it-is-to-hot-outside-for-me-today tired. When he went to sleep he had a heat stroke. At that time his owner came home and he was dead in his doggie den. Starting to call us she burst out crying. Very calm we picked up the phone and she told us that Gym had died. Knowing my family we started to cry especially me because he definitely was my favorite. Then she keep telling us she didn’t mean for him to die. Between you and me’ he was a snarling and protecting pug. Ears perking up he would run to me when I got home. That day he was barking it’s so hot I’m going to die and yet he did die.
I can’t remember where I got the dog, but his name was Gym. Gym was a pug that was 6 or 7 years old. He was black but had white on his nose, paws, and his fluffy curly tail. With me he was active, adventurous, determined, and friendly but foolish. My dog wasn’t just those things he was also intelligent, brave, cooperative, and courageous. Other dogs influenced him to do those things and so did me and my family.
One specific day me and my family had to move. When somebody moves they either keep or sell their dog. We had to sell Gym and his family to different families. It took a while but we found homes. To gather my family thought we sold them to good people who knew about pugs but we didn’t with Gym. His new owner was a lady who works most of the day and didn’t know much about the breed of pugs. For a few days he was still himself which was good. Monday it kept getting hotter each minute of each day. She let him in during those passing days that were passing by. Some information about pugs is they can’t be in heat that long. A day is owner went to work for most of the day. They left Gym outside on accident when it was to hot outside. After Gym was outside for a little bit playing, running, eating, and sleeping. Once he got to hot and he went into his doggie den and he was like it-is-to-hot-outside-for-me-today tired. When he went to sleep he had a heat stroke. At that time his owner came home and he was dead in his doggie den. Starting to call us she burst out crying. Very calm we picked up the phone and she told us that Gym had died. Knowing my family we started to cry especially me because he definitely was my favorite. Then she keep telling us she didn’t mean for him to die. Between you and me’ he was a snarling and protecting pug. Ears perking up he would run to me when I got home. That day he was barking it’s so hot I’m going to die and yet he did die.